Grace Hill took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling murderous intent in her heart. She put away the battle armor formed from the Crimson Heart, walked over, and opened the door. Several heavily armed men immediately stormed in.

The man in the lead was tall and burly, bald, with a cybernetic right eye that flashed with a strange blue-red light.

The bald man was the head of the security team, nicknamed Vulture. This guy had no bottom line in his actions and often tortured and killed academy trainees under various pretexts.

In the past two years, the trainees had grown up and become stronger fighters. Vulture had restrained himself a bit. But in private, he still used all sorts of tricks to toy with the attractive trainees.

The entire security team was like this—there wasn’t a single decent person among them.

Grace Hill had been forced by these people to the point where she had no choice but to cut a scar on her own face.

But even the scar couldn’t keep these wolves at bay. Grace Hill mainly relied on displaying a ruthless and resolute will, which made these guys afraid to act recklessly.

Vulture looked Grace Hill and Henry Clark up and down. His cybernetic eye didn’t detect anything unusual on either of them, nor did it find any weapons.

This left Vulture a bit disappointed. Henry Clark and Grace Hill were about to leave the base soon. If he could catch them doing something wrong now, he’d still have a chance to have some fun with the two of them.

“Trainees are strictly forbidden from meeting in private. Don’t you know the rules?”

Vulture said with a dark expression, “You’ve broken the rules. According to regulations, you’re to be whipped fifty times.”

A guard next to him pulled a whip from his belt and grinned viciously. “Now strip naked and lie on the ground.”

“If you scream nicely, we might go easy on you…”

“Hahahaha…”

The other guards all laughed arrogantly. They’d always lorded it over the trainees, insulting and abusing them at will, holding the power of life and death. They didn’t care about these trainees at all.

Even though Henry Clark was about to graduate and there’d be little chance of meeting again, they weren’t afraid of Henry Clark seeking revenge. They didn’t think Henry Clark had the guts anyway.

Henry Clark said, a little displeased, “The way you’re talking, I feel offended.”

“Hahaha…”

Vulture laughed too. “088, you’re actually such a sissy!”

“You idiot…”

Henry Clark had always had a sharp tongue—this was a side effect of the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada, and he could hardly control it.

After being reborn, Henry Clark’s trash-talking skill was maxed out. As soon as he opened his mouth, he sent Vulture’s mother straight to heaven.

Vulture was stunned by the insults, taking a moment to react. By then, his whole family had already been thoroughly cursed.

Vulture pointed his pistol at Henry Clark.

The other guards also aimed their guns at Henry Clark. If he dared to make a move, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

These guards were at least level-two warriors, all with rich combat experience and ruthless hearts.

With guns in their hands, they weren’t afraid of Henry Clark and the others turning on them.

Vulture was even a level-five source power user. He didn’t think much of Henry Clark and his batch of trainees.

Enraged by Henry Clark, he decided to teach him a harsh lesson.

With his status, even killing Henry Clark wouldn’t be a big deal.

Grace Hill’s gaze was calm, her face expressionless. Henry Clark liked to talk; she preferred to act.

With the Crimson Heart, she was confident she could wipe out the opposition.

At that moment, Grace Hill saw Henry Clark reach out, and an elegant, exquisite crimson longsword in its scabbard appeared in his hand.

Vulture also saw the sword in Henry Clark’s hand. He didn’t know where it came from, but his rich combat experience made him pull the trigger without hesitation.

A razor-sharp, blood-red divine light suddenly flashed, searing itself into everyone’s eyes.

Vulture was stunned by the sharp sword light, his movements pausing involuntarily.

The God-Slaying Sword carried powerful mental pollution; when wielding it, a strong psychic shock naturally accompanied it.

Not to mention Vulture—even a master like William Carter would be caught off guard and be intimidated by the demonic whispers hidden within the God-Slaying Sword.

In the instant Vulture hesitated, the nimble and agile God-Slaying Sword had already severed his right hand. The blood-red blade followed through, piercing straight through Vulture’s throat.

The other guards realized something was wrong and tried to shoot, only to be horrified to find that their gun-wielding hands had been severed at some point, and blood was spurting from their chests.

With a scream, the guards collapsed to the ground.

Henry Clark had already sheathed his sword and stepped back to his original position.

Grace Hill, who had been ready to step in and help, didn’t even get a chance to act. She stared blankly at Henry Clark, her bright eyes filled with shock.

Chapter Six: Disguise

Grace Hill and Henry Clark were from the same batch of trainees and were close, so she knew Henry Clark’s abilities well.

Among the 49 graduating trainees, Henry Clark’s combat ability should have ranked in the bottom ten.

If she and Henry Clark were to fight to the death, she was confident she could defeat him within ten moves.

But just now, Henry Clark had unleashed twelve sword strikes and moved seven steps in just 0.2 seconds.

Even with the Crimson Heart equipped, Grace Hill hadn’t been able to see the details of Henry Clark’s movements.

She hadn’t even managed to see what the longsword in Henry Clark’s hand looked like—she only remembered that extremely sharp, icy, blood-red flash.

No wonder Henry Clark could kill William Carter. With such a fast sword, how could William Carter possibly survive?

When did Henry Clark become so terrifying?

As an assassin who had survived hellish training, Grace Hill knew just how frightening Henry Clark was in this state. It could even be called terrifying.